Semua Bab These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Ava ~~~ Relief and anticipation flood my system like a drug. I keep my back to the door, pretending like his woody scent doesn’t fill my brain with ungodly thoughts. Pretending like my heart doesn’t steady at the fact that he picked me. Is it hot in here? I mean… yeah, cause of the hellfire shower I have going on, but did it get ten times hotter? Every step I hear him take towards me reverberates in my skull like a gong, and suddenly my only task - just to keep scrubbing - feels impossible. Finally, finally, the glass door of the shower opens. I feel his body heat mingle with the steaming hotness of my shower, and his breath comes in gentle huffs over my shoulder. “Hi.” He says softly. It’s one word, yet it brings all the venom Madison spewed to me flooding back, reminding me that the man behind me has never truly been mine. Even with the fact that I wanted him here, I can’t enjoy his presence, not with her looming in my memory. “Fuck off,” I reply, but it’s w

Jaxon Pierce ~~~ Jade is getting married tomorrow. The whole world is reporting the surprise wedding between Ava Jade Allard and Leonel Sinclair, something that was announced to take place in 3 weeks now happening in less than 24 hours. Every news station. Every magazine. Every Newspaper. Podcast. Gossip Column. I’m sure they’re preaching that fucking shit at churches. Jade. My Jade. My cruel, senseless, beautiful, Jade. Married to someone who isn’t me. Last time I checked Leonel needed me to keep his business afloat, needed me to speak on his behalf to keep Axion Tech or he loses it forever. What happened in the few hours between when I made that call and when he announced this surprise wedding? Does the bastard know what it’s going to cost him to marry my woman in less than a day? Everything. Except… except maybe he doesn’t care anymore. Maybe he’s decided that Ava Jade is more important than his billion-dollar company? Wow. Even I’m not that crazy. “I d

Nicco ~~~ “Well, well. I didn’t think I’d actually see you here Nicco Moretti.” Jaxon mocks, a wolfish smile already forming on his lips. Yet, no matter how wide his lips get, there’s no masking the pain he’s in behind a wicked grin. Dried blood cakes the side of his spreading smile, and his eyes have dimmed significantly since the Soirée, as if being locked up for nearly a month has killed a part of him I didn’t even know existed. I try not to gag from the smell of Riggs beside him, half dead and chained to a bare, metal bed frame. The entire room is cascaded in darkness thanks to the heavy curtains that I don’t think Riley or Bella ever open. I knew he was locked up but this is another level of barbaric. I spin the keys in my hand to channel all my nervous energy somewhere. Should I feel bad for a man who most likely killed his ex-girlfriend, tried to kill his kid, and is responsible for Ava’s father’s disappearance? I don’t think I should, but that doesn’t stop me fr

Leonel ~~~ I didn’t think getting a 7-tier wedding cake on such short notice would be this difficult. Beyond this cake issue, I'm actually impressed with how much I’ve been able to accomplish before 8 am. I’ve gotten Forbes' richest event planner already turning the largest ballroom in New York into a fairytale, I’ve gotten the photographer who won a Pulitzer Prize for her pictures last year to capture the event, I have enough security to move the king of England around and a 5-star Michellen chef to cater for our wedding. I even got one of my favourite designers to personally work on Ava’s dress around 8 am (my tux is also being done, but Ava’s dress matters the most) and I’m talking to this incredible group of singers that won “So You Want To Be A Singer.” Last year, winning them a place on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. But the cake? I didn’t think it would be so hard to get a fucking cake. Yet, despite how much money I’ve promised every celebrity baker my team reached

Leonel ~~~ She’s lying. She has to be. Yet, there’s desperation in her blue eyes that I’ve never seen before. I grab her with more force than I intended to, pulling her along till we turn into a shaded alleyway. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I spit at her. Madison yanks her hand out of mine, and the moment she does I know that she’s not playing games. Her “I want to be a good wife”. Persona is gone, replaced by the cold, calloused woman I’ve grown to know. “We have a son. We’ve had one for 4 years.” She says, and the word “son” makes my stomach lurch. “Bullshit. You couldn’t keep a secret like that from me.” But my heart is thumping. Could this even be possible? Could I be a father? As if she heard my unspoken questions, Madison rummages in her bag and a second later, pulls out a photo. She jabs the picture into my chest, pulling back and folding her hands across her stomach. I try to turn the picture and stare at it, but my hand feels like stone b